twenty

Warning: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Minho," Jisung whispers. He's crawled over him. He's in a pair of pajamas. They're soft. Like him. "I read in the books... about this..."

He touches Minho's naked hip slowly. Gently.

Minho gulps. "A-About what?"

Jisung's fingers slip into his brief. "About love..." He says. His voice is small. "They touched here..." His voice grew quieter.

Minho's growing hard. He's biting his lip to not moan.

Jisung pulls his brief lower. Stares interestedly as he strokes him lightly. "And it... became like yours..."

Minho grabs his wrist. Rolls him over. Kisses his plump lips.

"Then what?" He asks.

Jisung's eyes droop. He wraps his arms around Minho's neck. Pecks his lips softly. "I don't know," he whispers. "You can teach me."

He pulls Minho into a sweet kiss. Their bodies are touching. The warm, soft fabric of his pajamas... feels lovely...

Then Minho's feeling the bulge underneath.

Oh, he wants Jisung. So much.

His arm slips under him. Hugs his small waist. Pulls him even closer.

He kisses Jisung's lips like he's been wanting. He nips at them. Runs his tongue across. He feels. Tastes. Sucks on his tongue.

He leaves Jisung panting. Breathless.

Minho kisses his cheeks. Unbuttons his pajama top. Drops more kisses down his face. Jaw. Feels the smooth skin of his chest.

Jisung moans quietly. Squirms. And Minho smiles into his soft neck. He keeps kissing it. Sucking gently on his skin.

"M-Minho," Jisung gasps.

"Mmm..." Minho kisses over his collarbone. "Yes?"

"T-Touch me here, please—"

Minho raises himself to see Jisung. His eyes are glassy. He's lifting his hips. Shaky fingers pull down his pajama bottoms.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—"

Minho wakes with a gasp. He's panting. Sweating. His own underwear's down to his knees. His hand's busy on himself. He's hard. Wet.

"Fuck." He gets up carefully. Staggers to the bathroom.

That has to be his worst dream yet.

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When Jisung's not sitting on his lap... asking for kisses with tongue... preciously being innocent-but-unawarely-seductive...

Then it's not too difficult. To shake those images. Of the Jisung he dreams of. The Jisung he imagines in the shower.

Because the real Jisung is also this one. Innocent. Adorable.

"Minhooo. I don't want to wear all of this again! It's annoying!"

Minho chuckles to himself. Ties Jisung's shoes.

"But you could get cold!" He stands. Zips up his coat.

"But it's not cold!" Jisung says. Unzips the coat. Stomps his foot. "How come you're not wearing all of this?!"

"It's because I'm already used to the cold—"

"I'm used to it too now! I'll be fine!"

"Jisung, it's too keep you warm—"

"To keep me hot and stuffy, Minho! It's not comfortable!"

He sighs. Alright. He's convinced. The trouble is... he finds Jisung's pout cute. Those cheeks. Angry eyes.

"Okay," he says. Pinches his cheek. "You can take off the gloves."

"And the hat."

"Fine. And that too."

Jisung grins. Hands his gloves and hat to Minho. Who hangs them along with other items on the wooden hooks on the wall.

He fixes Jisung's hair gently.

Jisung's eyes are on the other items hanging though. He moves. Suddenly grabs a pink scarf from it.

It's similar to the green one around his neck.

"Minho! If you wear this then we'll match!"

Minho doesn't want to. Because Jisung's right. The weather's not extremely cold. And he himself gets too warm too quickly.

But he can't say no. To Jisung's hopeful eyes. "Sure..."

Jisung squeals. Wraps it for him. Kisses his cheek. Holds his arm. "Okay, let's go! Let's go!" He says.

Minho laughs. Steps out into the night.

Jisung loves their walks outside. His eyes shine as they pass buildings. Cars. Trees. The dark sky. It's late so there aren't many people.

But they saw a dog being walked yesterday. It was a small chihuahua. It barked at them. It was loud and vicious—

So it made Jisung hide behind Minho.

The owner had quietened the dog. Let Minho pet it. And he showed Jisung too. The cute mannequin was beaming afterwards.

Jisung swings their hands now. He's walking with a bounce in his steps. He's much more comfortable. Since it's their third time.

Minho simply can't stop smiling at him. "Jisung?" He says.

"Yes, baby?" He answers. Turns to him with a smile.

Minho wonders... how his heart can handle this. He breathes in deeply. Pecks his adorable cheek. Caresses his hand. "Thank you."

Jisung's eyes grew wide in surprise. "T-Thank me? What? Why? What did I do? Oh! Is it the scarf? Is it keeping you warm?"

Minho laughs. Oh, he's so cute. "Yes. Very warm."

"But, it's your scarf! You should thank yourself! And this too is yours!" He touches the green one under his chin. "I should thank you too!"

He leans in to kiss Minho. "Thank you, thank you—"

Each thank you is followed by a sweet smooch.

Minho wraps his arms around his waist. Gives his wonderful lips a proper kiss. His heart's fluttering so pleasantly.

It's then he realizes... why he felt afraid days ago...

Jisung has mentioned they before. She.

So... it means... he had... or has people in his life?

And if Jisung remembers these people... especially this she he mentioned... will his feelings for Minho change?

Sighing at the thought, Minho clasps Jisung's hand more tightly as they continued to walk down the street.

To be continued...

I need hobi water rn... *dies*